#idv Ithaqua x reader

[magknightidv]

You've gotta hear me out on Ithaqua getting a little too possessive towards his survivor partner during a match ! Love your works btw <3

Mmmmmm Possessive Ithaqua 😍

Warnings: You'll never guess this one but Possessive behaviours

Pairing: Possessive! Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

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- He isn't sure what caused it. Maybe it's his own instincts telling him he needs to protect you, or maybe the manor is affecting him somehow..

- Your Team is quite possible the worst concotion of players to have paired with you. The Prospector, the cowboy and the "prisoner". He's semi-alright with Luca, he doesn't really do much harm. Its more a case of him being annoying to deal with on a good day.

- However Kevin and Norton strike Ithaqua the wrong way.

- He immediately finds Norton but instead turns his attention to finding you, just to make sure you stay away from them.

- He finds you. Quite easily actually. He comes across you helping Luca to decode who quickly runs off in favour of saving himself. Smart man, Ithaqua has to applaud him for using that mildly malfunctioning brain of his. He does have to break the connection, if only to delay your guaranteed escape.

- He lets you finish the cipher and simply stands around impatiently huffing and puffing to the side like a bratty child not getting enough attention. And that's accurate to a certain degree.

- once the cipher is done he tells you to go into a locker so he can pick you up and take you with him. You think nothing of it as this is fairly normal behaviour he likes to carry you around you've noticed. His little giggle when he picks you up just melted your heart.

- However. Unlike the usual routine, Ithaqua takes you to the nearest corner of the map and places you there before trapping you within his arms. His cloak making the two of you practically disappear, well.. you know as much as one can with the terror radius thing..

- His eyes are animalistic and his jaw clenched, but he makes no move to act on whatever violent act is forming in his head. Just pulls you to him as though he is trying to mesh with you.

- of course, he was mostly..., kind of, calm.

-Until the two idiots turned up. And by that I mean Norton and Kevin.

-Kevin lassoed you from Ithaqua's grasp, that alone made him screeched out in rage, but just to add some extra sourness to the situation, a magnet gets thrown towards him. Forcing him back into the wall.

- You struggle your way out of Kevins hold and push him away right as Ithaqua dashes at him. Norton quickly runs off to possibly hide in case he needs to really save, or possibly help Luca to continue saving.

- "IDIOTS, BOTH OF YOU!" You yell out to nobody in particular as Kevin had already run off. Ithaqua stays still for a moment, left eye twitching.

- He turns quickly. "Stay." He commands as though you are a dog awaiting your next trick. You're going to stay near, obviously, just maybe that Cipher off to the left will somehow get finished off...

- He dashes away in the direction Kevin left.

- As you're decoding, the prospector returns around the corner.

"Hey."

"Fuck off. That was stupid and you know it."

"Yeaaah.. but got the reaction I wanted. He's a tad bit, whats the word, protective? No. Possessive. Thats the one! Like he owns you."

"If he ever got asked if he owned me he definitely would answer like that.. It's a bit much at times, maybe next time to come running up to try and save when he's clearly not going to chair me. Luckily he seems to have lost Kevin."

The last Cipher gets completed by you and Norton but just before you can run to the exit, Norton says something that irks you.

"Geez, I didn't ask for your life story.. no need to keep going on..."

Yoou dont even initially intend to do it but you're hand reaches out to slam his head against the nearest wall to temporarily stun him.

"Not so fun now is it.."

In the distance a pissed off roar can be heard from Ithaqua, who you can assume just missed hitting the now escaped Kevin and Luca.

"Now, we're gonna surrender." You tell the prospector sternly

"Why would I do tha-"

You grab his ear and stare at him, "Consider it your apology to Itha. Believe me Kevin's going to deal with far worse."

Quiet grumbles are all that are heard from the disgruntled ex-miner.

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Hope you enjoyed :) I partially forgot what I was writing halfway through but I loved writing this ♡

[ithaquakisser]

Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?” Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

[teabreakpancakes]

Pretty Boy Ithaqua x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

facesitting, dom itha

"Itha, your eyes are so pretty" you whispered, cupping his face. He meets your adoration-filled gaze, his blue orbs piercing into your own. His eyes are unreadable yet soft as he leans into your touch, you warmth comforting him just as it always did.

"I think you're much prettier" he responds, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You smiled, leaning towards him, "No! you're much prettier," you disagreed. Before he could utter a word, you began peppering kisses all over his face. Startled by the sudden shower of affection, his mouth is left parted slightly, unable to voice out a word.

"You," you paused, pecking his forehead and backing off with a giggle—"are the prettiest" you whispered, kissing him on his lips. You part from him for a bit only to be pulled back in for more—it seemed that Itha wanted more.

The albino's red tinted cheeks felt warm in your palms, his cheeks shifting upwards as he smiles against your lips. "I doubt that I'm prettier than you" he mumbles against your lips. Breathless, you part with him, giggling slightly. "Silly boy, you are the prettiest" you grinned, rubbing your nose against his own affectionately.

Ithaqua shook his head, accepting your praise. He wonders if you'll ever get tired of calling him pretty.

The answer was no.

Lusty hues of sapphire blue peered up at you, admiring your pleasured expression from between your thighs. "I, Itha" you whined, tugging on his soft locks. "S, So pretty for me" you slurred through your moans, giggling when his eyebrows furrow.

Where did your shy sweetheart go? there was no trace of him—there wasn't an inch of reserve in the man devouring your sensitive sex. Calloused hands gripped onto the plush of your hips, practically smothering the lower portion of his face.

"H, Honey, s, slow down!" you squealed, tugging on his soft locks; Ithaqua groaned, driven even further by your lewd noises and expressions.

"Mine, all mine" he murmured into your core, eyes drooping as he rested his tongue against your sensitive bits. "Mh, yes, all y, yours darling" you simpered, struggling to keep your breathing even.

"Ithaaa, you're so, so pretty like this" you smiled, eyes forced shut as another wave of white crashed down on you. The way you moaned his name so loudly sent shivers down his spine—he wanted, no, he needed to hear more of your noises.

He lifts you off his face, laying you down on the bed gently. He licks up the remnants of your orgasm using his fingers, smirking at you whilst he does so. He nuzzles up against your inner thigh, resting his cheek against it.

"Did I do good?" he asks in a soft voice, peppering kisses all over the expanse of your inner thighs, avoiding the sensitive area between them in order to let you rest.

With a helpless smile you nod, "My pretty boy did an amazing job" you praised, petting him. He purred against your skin, ignoring the discomfort he felt down below, that could wait till after you recovered your energy.

[idv-sweethearts]

General ithaqua nsfw hcs? :333

Ithaqua (Night Watch) NSFW Headcanons 🍬

Notes: NSFW (As implied by the title). I'm trying to break myself out of some writers block right now, so these might not be satisfactory.

♥︎ You won't get to this stage in your relationship for a while. After all, Ithaqua sees sex as a lot to share with someone. At this point, he's comfortable having his mask off around you, but he'd still prefer that the setting remain his dark bedroom. He's quite good at seeing in the dark, so he can navigate it well.

♥︎ As mentioned in another post, he'd prefer to be clothed for the first few times. Just as an extra layer of security, in case he decides this kind of thing just isn't for him. But, thanks to you, he'll soon find that it is.

♥︎ He's inexperienced, but he has a basic idea of what to do and he's a fast learner. While the concept of virginity means absolutely nothing to him, it means a lot that you're the one helping him learn his preferences.

♥︎ As stated in other posts, he is a giggly bitch and he'll giggle more as his initial slight nervousness fades, since being close to you has put him in a good mood.

♥︎ He doesn't need a special occasion or an excuse to have sex with you. Just as long as you're both in the mood and the situation is appropriate, he's more than willing.

♥︎ While he's versatile, he's more of a top than a bottom. More gentle and caring than not, but if pain is something you crave, you could talk him into leaving a few bites. Just promise him it's something you're really, truly okay with.

♥︎ He doesn't care for giving anal enough to suggest it, but he enjoys receiving it. Giving and receiving oral are enjoyable for him as well.

♥︎ Once he figures out what you like, he'll be more inclined to tease, to the point where you might have to tell him to get to the point. Ensuring both of you are satisfied and relaxed is ultimately his top priority though.

♥︎ Watching you gradually become more and more of a mess because of him is a sight he cannot help but adore. He can't preserve the sight in his mind forever and he doesn't own a camera nor would be be inclined to use one, so it seems he'll just have to settle for making a mess of you again and again.

♥︎ All that being said, he wouldn't mind it if you took on a more dominant role once in a while. He'd prefer to be touched slowly and gently so he can really focus on how it feels and the closeness of it all.

♥︎ Restraining him is something to introduce slowly, but he'll get comfortable with trying it in time. And soon, he will also come to crave being at your mercy, allowing himself to become absorbed in all the ways you can make him feel.

[zuruthekitsune]

Ethereal blue irises...

So I got an inquiry from one person (warm regards if you're reading this, let me know if you like it) about whether I'll be writing stories and headcanons at some point in the future, because as Ithaqua simp there's nothing left to read. So that's about it and here it is. It may not be the idea originally intended, but it's there!

This is my first story I'm publishing, so it can be quite chaotic, however, there has to be that first time sometime!

Enjoy your reading! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Tw: none Ship: Ithaqua x Reader (female)

IMPORTANT I am very sorry if the text contains errors but as I said English is not my native language, so the text is translated by a translator. However, I try to check to the best of my ability that the text is coherent.

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Everyone knew that matches with the Night Watch were tough because of his aggressive attitude and lack of mercy. He was cunning, quick and clever. He thought ahead, knowing almost the next move of his prey. You have often played with him before, and you have usually managed to escape. Is this a coincidence? Or did the hunter himself not want to kill you? This is most likely known to Ithaqua himself.

Another match, but this time on Leo's Memory map. You didn't like this map. Your clothing was not suited to the cold of this map. In addition, that often the other survivors liked to throw snowballs by surprise, which ended up with snow under your collar and jaws of teeth.

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You ran over to the machine, which you began to decode. Your slightly reddened fingers hit the metal buttons of the machine, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Along with you in the match were Vera, Fiona and Frederick. The match itself promised to be a good one, and fortunately, you were not the first target of the hunter, which turned out to be Ithaqua. Vera managed to hold off the Nightwatchman long enough for 2 of the 5 machines to be done, at which point she fell. 

You saw from a distance how she was aggressively planted in a chair by Ithaqua. You didn't like watching this, particularly because you managed to get to know at least a little bit of Ithaqua himself, who doesn't seem to be, the monster he thinks he is. You saw in him a lost man with a tragic past. You managed to exchange a few sentences in the garden when he had no way of escaping from your person, but now was not the time to reflect on what kind of man Ithaqua really is. What mattered now was the match and bringing about a win or at least a draw. 

You were about to run to midfield, but you were forestalled by Fiona, so you turned back to the machine, which was already half done. In the back of your mind, you asked for the match to end quickly and with a victory for you-survivors. 

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The match was slow-going, but by this time, the balance of victory had tipped in favor of the hunter. The last machine remained, but you were injured after protecting Frederick’s giving with your body. He tried to hold Ithaqua as long as he could so that you would have time to make the last machine, but you did not make it, and Frederick was put down and thus sent back to the mansion. 

You were left alone, injured and with no idea where the dungeon was, which was the only sensible solution. With caution, you began to traverse the map, asking the heavens not to meet Ithaqua, who would probably show you no mercy, because a game is a game.... And you had no hope that he would become kind to you and let you escape the dungeon. 

You finally found the dungeon, and your eyes flashed slightly, but very quickly your face grinned when you noticed Ithaqua standing by it, who was now playing with his lantern by lightly hitting it with his metal claws against the glass of his lantern, which gave off a soft, warm yellow glow. 

Instantly, your heart went up to your throat as you took a quick step backwards and dove behind the wall, causing the snow beneath your feet to crunch, making a sound loud enough for the hunter to hear.  

"Mmm? I know you're here...". Which made you hold your breath and cover your mouth with your hand because your heart was beating very fast, so in a moment of not thinking much, you took off running ahead, showing your position to the hunter, whose face showed a sly smile that was hidden under his mask. 

"Silly girl... Do you think you can escape me?". The excitement of the possibility of another 'hunt' was palpable in his words. You didn't look back but ran ahead, jumping over windows and pallets, but at one point you felt an unpleasant cold sensation that surrounded you and then suddenly pulled you back so that you hit your back against the hunter's stomach, letting out a shuddering breath. You felt fear paralyze your body as the bloody, ice axe blade dropped in front of you. It would only take one move on the part of the Night Watch to send you to your knees by painfully cutting your legs. 

"Mmm?" You heard a quiet, confused murmur from the man behind you. "It's not an everyday sight for my prey to stand still...". You didn't know what the hunter behind you was doing now. You only heard the typical sound of clothing materials rubbing against each other, which let you know of the hunter's movement behind you. 

You held your breath as you felt a hand come down on your shoulder and then tighten, forcing you to turn to face the hunter, whose ethereal blue irises bore into you as if trying to devour you, which only made your body tremble and goosebumps appear on your back.

"Why aren't you running away?" He hovered suddenly, causing you to reflexively take a step backwards in fear, forgetting the wait that was the cause of your fall and hissing in pain through the cut. You raised your gaze quickly back to the hunter, who was staring impassively at your figure with his head slightly tilted. You tried to get anything out of yourself, but no words were able to squeeze through your throat, clenched with fear, only quiet pouting and shuddering breath finding an outlet.

"Hmm... Killing you will no longer give me any pleasure.... What's the pleasure in killing an unmoved animal...?". The man's voice seemed resigned when, with a sudden quick movement, he grabbed your hand and pulled, making him hold you over his shoulder flipped like a sack of potatoes. You knew he must have been strong.... after all, he was wielding an axe with one hand.... but you didn't think a seemingly frail man could carry another person on his shoulder. Although? Your body was small and light as a feather, even to other survivors. 

 "W-Where are you taking me...? W-What do you want to do with me? Why don't you just kill me...?". You rattled off many questions to the man, but he answered none of them, so being resigned, you didn't speak but stared at the ground, hoping for a miracle that the Night Watch didn't want to play with his prey like a cat with food, but your eyes opened wider when the noise of the dungeon reached those ears. You rose slightly, supporting yourself with the hands you placed on the hunter's shoulder blade. "W-What...? Wh-Why...? W-.. Waait!". You shouted as you suddenly felt yourself falling into the black abyss, and all you could see before the blackness filled your field of vision were the hunter's ethereally blue irises and that slight... sincere smile...?

"Why did he do that...?" The question echoed in your head as you closed your eyes, only to suddenly catch your breath and open your eyes wide as you now lay on your soft bed, staring at the ceiling, analyzing the entire match and the hunter's behavior. 

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Thank you for reading!

If you have any story ideas, let me know! I'll try to put your idea into practice!

[dtmacgxstorys]

Ithaqua X Reader!

This is an Ithaqua X Gender Neutral Reader! (No Plan, Just Write!)

Note: Yes, More Ithaqua! I just Love Owl Boi! >//.//<

You & your friends head of a ruthless killer stalking in the nearby woods, It's also been unnaturally cold since the rumors started. You & your friends decide to spend some time in the woods, considering your family's wouldn't care if any of you went missing. You've been walking for a long while, going deeper in the dark, cold woods. "Why is it getting colder the deeper we go?" One of your friends asked. "Hey, Look, a house!" Another said, pointing in the direction of a small building. ".. guys, is that a lone gravestone?" Your 3ed friend asked, pointing to a small clearing. All 4 of you walk over to it, but you can't read what it says.

"Well, I say we go in the house and out of the cold." One friend said, and the another two follow. "I'll be in shortly." You say as you keel down to try to read headstone. "Who lived here, away from everyone?" You said before getting up & heading into the small house. When you get inside, your friends have already started to fire. "Hey, Y/N, come look at this cute guy in this picture!" "And I bet if we do see the killer, you'll probably think they are attractive as well." You say, rolling your eyes, walking over to them. You look down at the picture & blush a little.

The first night was uninventful. In the morning, the two friends who brought bow an arrow with them when out hunting. You & your friend when to get more wood, you feel like you're being watched. "Ok, *huf* I think this is enough for a week, lets go back." You help carry the wood back to the house. "... something doesn't feel really." You say. "We in the woods where serial killer might be hiding." Your friend says, continuing their way to the house. You put the wood in the house & say: "please stay here, i'm just gonna look around the house real quick." "oh, o-ok." You step outside, not even sure why you feel the need to look around.

You look up in one of the trees & you see an owl sleeping. You can't help but smile at the site. You were starting to relax until you hear your friends scream. "Shit!" You ran back into the house. "...well, I guess we didn't need to get as much wood as we did." "I know you said you were depressed, but how can you not care that one of our friends was just murdered?" "Because that's why we were!?" "...right." You say, shaking. You both hear another scream, but this time, it was closer to the house you two are in. "Sh-Shit! I-I d-don't w-w-want t-to die h-here!" You say. Your friend gets up & quickly says: "then go hide somewhere."

You run into a room into a room in the back of the house, it's a simple but nice-looking bedroom. You go into the closet & hide in the plile of old clothes. Just as you have yourself buried in the clothes, you hear the front door slam open. "Why must you have a mask? Afraid somebody might recognize you?" You hear two clicks & then the video of the kill. "Oh shut up, no one deserves to see my face." You hear a thud, you assume that was your friend's body hitting the floor. You hear a couple of clicks getting closer to you & then he says: "three, three, I know I saw four people come in here. Oh, where could you be?" You hear him slowly approaching where you are, but before he comes into the room you're in, you hear an owl cell out. "Umm, do you know something I don't, little one?" You hear him start leave. "Doesn't deserve to die you say? I know that you're older than I can understand, but really?" You hear the owl cell out before flying off. "Hehe well, I guess it's your luck day, you get to live an encounter with me, Ithaqua! hehahaha"

You hear the door closed, but you say in the pile of clothes, shaking, crying. You must have fallen asleep because you wake up on a couch in front of the fire. You quickly sit up. You hear something land on the back of the couch next to you. It's the owl you sew earlier. You reach your hand out to pet it & say: "oh, helo there!" It seems to like you petting it. "She's pretty, it's she?" You jumb & turn to the voice. You see a hooded man with a mask that kind of looks like an owl's face & the fake that his hood had existed fabric on it that looked like ears, he just looked more like an animal than a person. You move to the other end of the couch, away from him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." ".. y-you're the o-one w-who k-killed my f-friends?" "Oh, rrriiight, ..uummmn" He says, looking at the fire. "W-Why didn't you kill me?" "She doesn't want me to." He says, looking past you at the owl. You look at her. "Y-you can understand her?" He looks back at the fire. "Yes."

You pet her some more. "Thank you." There was a long & awkward silence. He brought the silence by asking: ".. are you hungry?" "Hamm? Um, a little." He gets up & heads to the kitchen. You decide to follow him. "... ssoooo, I'm Y/N, by the way." "Ummm, whatever darling." You can't help but blush hearing him cell you that. "*huph* so what's you making, Asshole?" "All I have right now is deer stakes, no fruits or vegetables. Is that ok with you, Y/N." Him saying your name made your heart skip a beat. "...uuummmm y-yeah." You say as you had to the table. The owl flys over the chair next to you. "She have a name?" "She wouldn't tell me & she doesn't want to be given one." "Oh." Is all you said as you petted her.

"So... why did you & your friends come into the woods?" He asked. "...um... we um.... our families don't care about us, we only had each other." ".hummm" "... was this place always been your home?" He pauses for a while. "...yes." You look out the window & you can see the headstone. "... do you want some water?" "Yes, thank you." "You're welcome." He says as he fills a class & brings it to you. You only take a couple of sips, waiting for him to be done cooking. Eventually, he brings you the plate of cooked deer meat & puts it in front of you, then sits across from you. "Thank you." "You're welcome. ... I just someone will see my face after all these years." He says as he pulls his mask off & his hood falls off as well. He's even more beautiful than the picture of him. "Hehe you know it's rude to stare, darling." You look away from him, taking a sip of your water. ".. you know, your not that bad to look at either." You almost choke on your water. "Haha I'm sorry, are you ok?" "*Cough* umhu y-yeah." You try to hide your face as you eat.

When you finish eating, he gets up, takes your dishes & cleans them. "Soo, where am I going to sleep?" "The room you were hiding in." "Oh, ok." You get up & start heading to the room. "Tired already?" He asked, walking over to you. "I-I uummm" "Why are you so nervous, darling?" He asked as a claw grazes you check. You shiver. He walks away from you, saying: "just so you know, that's my room, I won't try anything but, I will be in there to sleep later." "What!? Isn't there somewhere else I can sleep, I see another door and-" "Don't Go In That Room!" You jumbled. "Sorry, that was my mom's room, I want it left how it was." "Oh, ...ok." You say, going into his room. "Sweet dreams, Y/N!" You hear him cell to you before you start drifting off.

End!

It's 4:35am! 🫠

This feels more like a creepypasta fan fick than anything.

[ithaquass]

୨୧ Ithaqua (Night Watch)

→ general dating headcanons !

cw none, gender neutral s/o

ithaqua general headcanons

︎︎♡ He probably has some trust issues because of his past, along with the fear of abandonment..

Ithaqua might suspect you at first, but if you ever manage to catch his eye, you’ll see a side of him that no one else ever could.

︎︎♡ It may take a lot of time, effort and patience to finally make him trust you, but once he does, you’ll become his whole world!

︎︎♡ Ithaqua needs a lot of reassurance. He is still struggling with himself, so if you could remind him how much you love him and that you are never going to leave him alone, you'll make him the happiest man alive.

︎︎♡ He will demonstrate his affection to you on little things. Maybe at first he won’t say it out loud, but he will show you that he loves you, in other ways..~

︎︎♡ Most of the times he controls himself pretty well, but sometimes his craving for your touch is inevitable. He will be holding your face and caressing it with his thumb, with that sly smile on his face, without even noticing ;)

[veranda-larkspur]

Fresh Snow, Rotting Flowers

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

"Reader, what did you wish for?"

A voice. Soft and sweet.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Reader! Tell us!"

Two voices. Youthful and Mischievous at heart, yet contained in the present moment, as to not outshine as they often did.

"Um…"

"Reader."

Another voice. Comforting and warm…and familiar. It continues.

"You don't need to tell us. You have every right to keep it to yourself. Besides, don't you want it to come true? I have faith that any wish you make is for the good of us all. You're my daughter after all. "

Reader could hear the smile coming from the voice. She could smell the vague smell of smoke from off of his body, though he tried many times to wash off and change before the party, though with little effect.

Ah, yes. The Party. She remembers now.

It's simply a dream of the past. Of a conversation. Reader's mother had started it by asking what she had wished for. It was Reader's 10th birthday after all. What mother wouldn't wish to know what her dear daughter desired at such an age? Perhaps a pretty dress? Reader always had thought her mother's pale blue dresses were as beautiful as her mother herself. Well, before they were both covered in a deep red.

The twins were next. A boy and girl. They had prodded her even more. The two of them were always joined at the hip. Reader couldn't help but be a tad bit jealous of them. She was the oldest by five years. She had no one to be so synchronized with. But she was never angry at them. It just gave her more time for herself, though she was never neglected from their humorous plots and pranks. At least they were together in the end.

Lastly, it was her Father. He had the appearance of a scholarly man, with a lack of facial hair and cleanly-pressed shirts that Reader's mother had prepared. He had the habit of smoking in the garden. He knew that Reader's mother would get onto him had he gotten such a smell onto the furniture and cushions. He never complained though. Reader knew her father could, and often would spend all day looking at the various Pennyroyals, Asphodels, and Pheasant's-Eye Adonis's. Of course he would. He worked as a Botanist-Professor at a university in town. He had truly loved his work.

Reader would often sit with her father as he studied the plants in the garden, or in his homemade lab in the greenhouse. Her Father would always ask her questions about the subjects he studied and she would always answer. Reader never saw anything wrong with it, and she never complained. She was spending time with her father, and she was happy.

Reader was always joyful with her father around. As much as she cared for the rest of her family, she loved her father the most. She knew that despite loving everyone else in the family as well, her father loved her the most too. Maybe that's why she excused the funny taste that came from the candy that her father gave her sometimes. And why she excused the fact she always felt ill after eating them. Why she excused and disregarded the odd questions about the poisons her father grew.

Maybe she should've questioned her father more. Maybe she should've never eaten that odd candy her father gave heno matter his insistence. Maybe then the fighting would've never occurred.

The first fight Reader heard was when she was sick in bed, not too long after eating the candy her father gave her. She hadn't heard all of it, only bits and pieces as she was still a little delirious, but she had gathered that her mother was upset at her father because of the candy. She fell asleep not too long after that.

Every fight was like that. Reader would eat the candy, she would grow ill, then she would overhear an argument between her parents. Though after a while, the candy stopped making her sick. And the only sign that her parents had fought was the glare her mother gave. But she said nothing.

Reader never blamed her father though. Not when he cried over his papers in the greenhouse. And not when the party was over.

After the candles were blown out and everyone was in bed, a strange scent filled Reader's room. It smelled bitter and rotten. It smelled heavy. Why did it hurt to breathe? Why did it smell like foxglove?

Reader ran to the twins room, coughing loudly, banging on the door. She heard a similar coughing from behind it. Reader hit against the door as much as she could before, eventually, the coughing stopped. So Reader took a small table that was in the hall, and ran towards the door, bashing it open.

The twins were huddled against each other, eyes full of tears, and quiet.

Reader was more panicked than ever, and no matter how hard she coughed, the smell never left her lungs. In a tearful daze, Reader ran for her parents. Her mother, no, her father would know what to do! He knew his plants and poisons like the back of his hand! He could help the twins!

Reader fumbled with the knob on her parents door, and came in at just the right time to see her mother fall to the floor in pain. Her father stood above her body. Reader let out a shrill cry. She couldn't understand what was going on. She ran towards her mother. Reader's father turned to face his beloved daughter, and held her back before she could reach the woman on the floor, who was now losing blood at an alarming rate. There was already a puddle. Reader's father picked her up and held her against him, he was stronger than her, and had no issues keeping the flailing girl close to his chest. He hushed her, drowning out the terrified girls sobs. His hand held her head towards himself, not allowing her to look back at the woman, who was most certainly dead by now. Reader's father spoke, with such a saccharine sweet and comforting voice it was almost cruel.

Things like, "Don't cry, dear, I hare hearing such a thing."

"There's no need to morn such a vile group of people, Reader."

"You're the only one who matters, Darling, they weren't even our family."

That's what caught Reader's attention. Her Father noticed, and continued on,

"They weren't our family. The twins weren't mine. Not my children. Not like you. Your mother was a bad woman, Reader. Do you remember Mr. Blight? My old colleague?"

It's true, Reader remembered him. He was a handsome and charismatic man. He came over to the house often years ago, when father was at the university, more often than not. Her mother had said that her father asked him to come by to check on the two of them. Strangely, he always left before her father was home. Now she knew why.

"I knew about it the second that Jean and Annie were born. I've known all these years. But those parasites won't bother us again,"

Reader felt the large smile her father had adorned. He looked down at her, tilting his hand so she had no choice to look back up at him.

"Come with me, Reader. There's a whole world for us away from here. We must leave soon, I'll teach yo-"

Reader's father was cut off by sirens blaring outside. Police sirens. Were they surrounded?

Reader's father wasted no time in running through the house, despite the gas. At this point, Reader's coughing was getting worse. Her father gave her only a small pat on the back as an apology and he was dashing madly through the home.

But they were too late. As Reader's father exited through the door in the back of the house, they were surrounded by officers, all with their guns drawn, and aimed at the disheveled madman carrying his daughter.

Reader couldn't remember much of what happened next. She could only remember the garbled yelling of an argument between her far-gone father and an officer. The next thing she knew, the officer shot at her father and missed, hitting the house instead.

Next, it was all fire. The gas had to have been explosive. Reader and her father were sent flying, leaving only rubble in there wake. The last thing Reader heard before her consciousness faded was the familiar voice of her father, and his last words.

"What do you wish for, Reader?"

She woke with a start.

[miyakiwiii]

I WANT SOMEONE TO ALSO CALL ME MY SWEET

Hi! Would you be comfortable doing "your hands are cold" + praise kink mixtober prompt for Ithaqua? Some fluff and smut if you get what I mean ^^

● LIVESTREAM NAME : You lay upon my pillow, you open like a flower

description log : Being forced to pick up mushrooms goes unexpectedly wrong in the ‘deadly’ woods.

USERS : Nightwatch (Ithaqua), Reader

❗️❗️CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, Praise Kink, Canon-ish lore, Accusations/references to demons, Hitting someone with a basket, Smut, Implied Established yet hidden relationship, and Implied Murder.❗️❗️

A failed harvest for the village and your body ached from standing in the snow. Desperately trying to warm them on the remnants of the burnt wood that still held embers. It would be a sore miracle if the Norwell family hadn’t accused you of being the next blasphemous witch but the others in the servants quarters thought otherwise; believing that you were a demon reincarnate.

Unfortunately, you had been sent to gather these mysterious mushrooms that specifically grew in the deadly woods that had taken the lives of many villagers.

“Lord/Lady [Name],” you muttered to yourself. “Isn’t it far too late to scavenge these mushrooms?”

Your hands tightly wrapped around your forearms, trembling with each step. The cold airbrushed into your thin clothes while stepping through the snow covered terrain, tightly clutching the empty basket while another trembling hand held a lantern.

Your eyes looked down to where these supposed mushrooms were supposed to be at only to see that someone must’ve plucked them before you were forced to get them. Whistling wind flew past your ears as you begrudgingly made your way back but right when you turned around to see a fellow villager.

“Cursed blood,” they cried. “Scavenging for your wicked remedies that aid you while the village suffers!”

“I was only ordered to scavenge these mushrooms!” You struggled to wriggle out of their grasp. “You must have confused me! I have done nothing wrong!”

“Wrong?” They scoffed, grip tightened and seemingly pulled your arm forward, causing you to drop your lantern. “Everyone knows that you’re fornicating with the beast that lives in these woods.”

Hearing the sizzle of the candle slowly dying out. Yet somehow you managed to swing your hand that held the empty basket; repeatedly on their head till they managed to loosen their grip.

The crunching underneath your shoes seemed to sound louder and louder with each step and your lungs ached with each breath. Whistling wind grew harsher and harsher with each step till your legs tightened, utterly refusing to move causing you to fall into the fresh snow. Your body ached almost becoming one with the snow while new snow had quickly fallen onto your body; the sound of a scream seemed so far away while the crunching of snow grew closer and closer. It was true that you had laid in the same bed with the ‘beast’ that lived in snow covered woods but he had been so gentle with you.

You slowly came to feel the warmth of a freshly burnt firewood and the familiar embrace of him, Ithaqua. He always wore his mask but you didn’t mind it. Your face was buried in his chest while yours and his body were interwoven with each other; fitting perfectly to each other. His mask was slightly lifted up to reveal his lips as his hands cupped yours, desperately trying to warm them.

“Your hands are still cold,” he said.

He blew his breath into the cocoon of his hands that held yours.

“Ithaqua,” you murmured, softly.

Ithaqua’s mask rubbed on your cheek and his hands caressed your face.

“Would you like to be more warm, my sweet?” He asked, his voice held a familiar tone of desire. “I can bring warmth to your frozen body if you desire it.”

“Yes.” You answered him, clearing your throat to sound more louder.

You could tell that he was smiling from underneath his mask. You barely noticed that you both were in your underwear as his chest was now touching your back while his hands carefully separated your trembling legs; just as he did many times before. His hand glided over your underwear, playfully rubbing your moist crotch and his fingertips teetered on your inner thighs causing a soft gasp erupt from your throat.

“Come on, my sweet,” he whispered. “I don’t cover your mouth then I won’t know how to warm you up.”

Ithaqua watched you slowly move your hand off of your lips as his hands caressed your body with such gentleness while carefully parting your legs open once more after they had shut.

“My sweet,” he whispered, softly. “So magnificent for me.”

He carefully himself nuzzled between your legs, your eyes watered; feeling him. As his warm hands continued to wipe away the tears that dribbled down your eyes while soft praises were whispered in your ears.

“Look at how good you’re taking me, my sweet,” he whispered, kissing on your neck.

He continued to watch you unravel even more; such beauty in pleasure. Ithaqua’s hands remained on your hips, helping your tired hips to match his overwhelming pace that unraveled you further down in the spiral of pleasure. He continued his pace as he long forgot the amount of rounds you’ve both had been through, hearing your voice almost strangled but it still remained as a melody to him while the only noise echoing through the small cottage; wet smacking and the soft crackling of firewood. He held your hands, expecting them to feel cold but finally they were now warm.

“Your hands are still cold, my sweet,” he lied.

[turbulentscrawl]

Protection

Yet another little blurb series that absolutely no one asked me for. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? WHATEVER GETS THE JUICES FLOWING AGAIN.

warnings for violence, angst, and comfort. Use of potentially triggering words like "psycho" and "whore."

The manor was a hard adjustment for any new face, but some handled it worse than others. This mystery man was particularly defensive, particularly paranoid of the manor’s nightmarish circumstances. He was stressed, and scared, and confused, and bleeding out in his first match was the last straw needed to tip the scales towards an outburst.

Norton

You were just trying to be friendly when you spoke to him at breakfast. Really. But looking back you could see how a terrified mind might misconstrue your small comforts and placations about death as mocking. He stormed off mid-meal, and you spent the rest of it stewing in quiet guilt. A walk in the gardens would do you some good, you decided, but Norton was still busy with his second helping of steak and eggs and told you to go on ahead.

So alone you exited the room, lost in regretful thoughts, but you didn’t make it halfway down the hall before the new guy appeared again. He stopped down ten feet from you, coiled tight like a cornered animal. He didn’t look like he had calmed down at all, but then he hadn’t seemed calm since he arrived. In any case, it seemed like the best chance you would get to give an apology.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier,” you said, stepping aside to let the fearful man pass, so he could go finish his meal.

But he reacted to your words like a viper strike, flinching and then snapping forward to put his face in yours. His eyes were wild.

“Don’t play coy about it,” he hissed. His hands, at his sides, itched and twitched to grab and you were too fear frozen to move away from them. “You’re part of this hell too, I know it. All of it an act, AN ACT! But you won’t trick me. You won’t get to make it worse for me!” He raved and threatened in your face for what seemed like forever, so close he took up your entire vision and you forgot where you were. Maybe that’s what it was like for him, right now, you faintly mused, still trying to understand. You hadn’t been like this when you first arrived… you or anyone else that you could recall.

He stopped talking suddenly, eyes tracked on something behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see what had caught his attention and spotted, back through the doorway to the dining room, Norton tipped back in his dining chair and watching. Watching you. Watching him. A steak knife was in his hand and a dare was in his eyes.

Your attention was drawn back by the sound of the new guy stomping off again, hurried, tail still between his legs. When you looked back at Norton again, he tipped his chin to beckon you. When you stepped back through the door, Norton took his foot off of the table (its placement earned a side-eye from Fiona) to lower his chair back to four legs, and kicked out the empty seat next to him for you to reclaim. You sat down meekly, shaken by guilt and fear.

“I was just trying to—”

“I know,” he interrupted, biting again into his food. “And he’ll figure it out himself too eventually. In the meantime, let him be someone else’s problem.”

In a rare show of public affection, Norton leaned over and kissed you on the temple. “And stick closer to me for a while. You’ll be fine.”

Naib

Shit had hit the fan as soon as everyone was back and healed from the match. You and the new guy had both died—you to the chair and him to bloodloss—but a tie was a tie and worth at least a small celebration. But when he joined you, Tracy, and Margey for the tea party, he completely lost it.

He leapt across the sun room table for you, tipping it and all its contents to the ground, and the girls screamed with a genuine shock and terror you hadn’t heard in a while. Your back and knees smarted, all whacked by the scattering wooden furniture. Hot tea seeped into your shirt and scalded your belly. Sharp, broken porcelain lay dangerously scattered around your head. You couldn’t tell what the girls were shouting because you were too focused on your assailant. On keeping his hands off of your throat, out of your eyes, and getting his pinning body off of you. His nails clawed at your face, you knew that much, but if the matches taught you anything it was to not give up on a struggle.

Just as you started in on some dirty fighting Naib had taught you (pulling, trying to rip his ears off), the man himself came charging in like a bull and tackled the new guy off of you. You got kicked a bit in the process—but that was a fair price to pay for being able to scramble to the other wall and watch, secured by Tracy an Margey, as Naib completely wailed on the guy.

Naib didn’t talk about his background much, but you knew he knew how to fight. This was barely a fight—a one-sided beatdown morelike—but in your bitter soreness you felt it was well deserved. Naib knew how to make every swing count, and it was only well after the new guy was limp on the ground that William showed up and hauled Naib off of him. Emily followed next, running to check on the new guy since you were already being doted on by the girls.

When William finally let Naib go, he huffed and puffed and flexed off some of his remaining aggression before spitting out a spiteful, “He ain’t dead. I ain’t that nice.”

Then he turned and shooed the girls off, scooped you up, and marched right out of the room. He held you too tight for your sore back’s liking, but you couldn’t begrudge him the positioning to keep his nose in your hair while walking to somewhere more secluded and safe. His chest was still heaving against your side, still high with adrenaline and worry. His knuckles were split and bloody. The day had only just started.

“Sorry,” you sighed into his neck. Naib scoffed, mouth still pressed to your scalp.

“What for? He’s the cunt.” He kicked open the door to your bedroom, fully pulling back enough to give you a smirk. “Don’t ever be sorry for me stepping in. I’ll take care of everything.”

Ithaqua

The manor sometimes held garden parties to welcome new inhabitants. Usually, though, it had better timing.

The poor new guy had had the awful misfortune of being a valuable player. He was good at getting in the hunter’s face, and the others did all they could to get him off his first chair safely. Because of the great team effort, he’d wound up bleeding out while the Hunter—Ithaqua, your boyfriend—dealt with the others. You knew that wasn’t Ithaqua’s modus operandi; it hadn’t been on purpose. …but he wasn’t exactly sorry about it, either.

As a result, the party was tense in some areas. Specifically, the areas where the new guy went. He walked around with a deep frown and a nervous jitter. He’d been anxious when he first arrived too, but it was understandably worse now, in witness of the two factions being chummy with one another right after one had just killed him. The hunters avoided him from the get go, and the survivors gave up on conversation with him not long after.

And you, well. You didn’t get to see Ithaqua in peaceful settings often.

That’s how you wound up here, you supposed.

“So you’re a fucking traitor whore!” the new guy snapped in your face. He wasn’t quiet, either. “What’s the matter with you! Those monsters beat and torture us and you turn around and hang all over one? You’re probably no fucking better, some kind of psycho killer! You’re the one who should die! You’re the one who should bleed!”

Not being quiet would be his downfall, though. Picking a secluded corner of the hedge maze to catch you in didn’t matter. The wind carried.

He didn’t get much farther into his rant and threats before Ithaqua came whirling around the corner with his “business” mask on. His axe was back in the manor, but the Hunter’s claws and sheer strength could do harm enough to a survivor. Ithaqua snatched the new guy up by the nape before he had a clue what was happening, and dangled him overhead. The new guy screeched in a way that made you feel sick, but you knew from experience there was no talking Ithaqua down. Shamefully, you turned your eyes away.

“You sure like to run your mouth,” Ithaqua sneered at him, tilting his head in that wicked, owlish way of his. “You know, all the other rats take death in stride around here. You clearly need some more practice with it.” Ithaqua ruffled your hair with his free hand before stalking off around the corner with the squirming offender.

When he came back a few minutes later, he was wiping his bloody claws off on his cape.

“He knows not to trouble you anymore,” he cooed. When he took off his mask, Ithaqua’s blackened eyed are far more serene than they should have been for what he’d just done. “Come, the Geisha brought out those little caked you like.”

[rosemaze-reveries]

I would like to ask for a idv male hunters(of your choosing) reacting to a female reader where she suddenly goes "omg your tits are bigger than mine.."

maybe it was their first meeting, maybe she was bored when she got chaired, whatever the case I just thought it'd be funny.

SJKASKJA thank you for the laugh, i opened this ask like WHAT!!!! but i will indulge u anon... <3

⚠️ suggestive content (strip tease, clothed fondling & flirty banter).

⚠️ reader uses she/her.

🐦‍⬛📸🦎⚡🌪️🦌

🐦‍⬛ Nightmare doesn't immediately respond. He sends a sideways glance to you, who's bound and bored at a slow-ticking rocket chair. "I guess you'd be hard-pressed to find any bigger than those. Must be nice to brag about," you rattle on. If you're trying to seduce your way to freedom, you're failing miserably. Nightmare stalks over to your chair, his broad chest casting a shadow over you.

"Would you have that same attitude once you've been smothered beneath them? Keep mouthing off, and I might just test it."

...What? Was that supposed to be a threat? Anyway, it didn't achieve the desired effect. You blink up at him, not totally opposed to the idea.

📸 Joseph's gaze flicks to your chest. He blinks away a milisecond later, but not quickly enough to escape your notice. A cheeky grin appears on your face as if to say made you look. "I disagree," he tuts. "Remind me, which one of us is so inept with her brassieres that she needs me to unclasp them for her every night, and – despite loathing them so – dutifully puts them on again the next day, as if her poor, aching back demands it of her?" Knowing you can't say anything, he sends back a winning smile of his own.

🦎 Luchino readily cocks his attention to you. "Oh? Like what you see?" You just never noticed how visibly his chest protrudes, especially from a side view. But your comment attracts him closer to your chair, and he decides to give you a little show. Slowly, too slowly, he slips off his jacket, letting it crumple to the floor.

"Oh," escapes your lips once you realize what's going on. Next goes the first button of his shirt.

⚡ Alva sets down his pen when you drag your nails down his chest. What began as an innocuous shoulder massage quickly turned into marveling at the broadness of his pecs. He's sure you meant well, but that comment draws a sharp sigh out of him. "I'm glad to know I'm entertaining you..." he murmurs. That snaps you back to reality: you wanted to be serving him today. You kiss his shoulder blade as an apology, kneading his tense muscles until he lets out another hitched breath.

🌪️ Ithaqua takes your comment as an invitation to reach forward, cupping an icy hand over one of your breasts. It happens so fast you can barely register it. Then he decides: "They're not too bad." He has never been one for delicacy, but that was so blunt it startles you into a fit of giggles. Sometimes you forget he's inexperienced with this sort of thing.

🦌 Bane looks down at the pout you're sending him. This is the first time he's let you hug him, and you're just realizing how much you have to strain your neck to avoid being suffocated by his chest. "A bigger body just means a stronger shield. Nothing more to it than that," he says dryly. You roll your eyes. He's always so hardheaded.

"You're more like a pillow to me," you try. "I wish I had some of these."

He still doesn't give you the reaction you're fishing for. He silently clutches your waist and tips back onto his bed, so that you're properly laying on top of him -- like a pillow.

[weeping-statue]

Oml I love your work sm, I’ve been reading you’re blog for a while and I’m obsessed 😭

If you end up having the time, may I request Naib, Ithaqua, Joseph and Richard—or just the first two if that’s too many! 🤍—with a s/o who was almost fatally injured in their matches and sort of comatose but eventually woke up? Feel free to ignore this if this is too much, thank you for your time~

Aww thank you so much my love<3 you’re so sweet!!! I didn’t really think that many people liked my stuff so it’s amazing to hear that they do! I try my best on these things and I hate when it takes me years to post something out.

I’m working on another fic that’s similar to this for naib so he won’t be included but I hope you’ll take Norton instead

Ithaqua, Joseph, Richard, and Norton with a fatally injured reader who finally wakes up!

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Basic background first before the good stuff<3

You were supposed be decoding, out of the way, and out of danger.

You weren’t supposed to take the hit. You weren’t supposed to be here.

It wasn’t fair when your body fell to the ground, blood splattering out underneath you into a pool of crimson liquid.

It wasn’t fair when he called out to you, and you didn’t answer, only to feel your pulse fading.

It wasn’t fair that he had to carry your limp body to Emily’s office in a panic, begging her to help.

And it wasn’t fair when she had said you might not wake up.

Ithaqua

He couldn’t sit by you the entire time you were in bed. It just reminded him of his mother.

He didn’t want to put himself through more with those terrible memories.

He’d visit you in the morning and at night.

Kissing you goodnight and kissing you good morning

Like some strange routine.

When he got the news you were awake he had dropped everything, but he didn’t run, he just had to make himself believe you were okay first.

He had to make sure this wasn’t some sick joke, and that he’d wake up in his bed only to be told you didn’t make it.

Stopping in the doorway, looking at you who seemed to be looking back at him with those surprised eyes, that beautiful smile he loved etched onto your face.

He knew after a blow like that there would be some damage, a large scar going from the side of your cheek and up to your forehead would forever be a reminder of his fuck up.

He feels terrible and sometimes it’s hard to look at you without guilt seeping in.

He doesn’t want to be like this but it’s his way of working through it.

He loves you a lot, he has dreams of marrying you and building a home far away. But now those dreams are plagued with the possibility that he’ll accidentally become the monster he tried to tell himself he wasn’t.

Joseph

Alcohol.

A lot of it.

Bottles and bottles of it by your bed side.

He refused to leave you. He couldn’t live with the fact he might of killed the only person he loved more than anything.

The only person that made this bearable. And they might be gone.

He would drink himself to sleep and he would drink the moment he opened his eyes.

Not a lot of people ever saw him cry, but now? Everyone did.

When he had a moment of soberness he’d look over and break down.

Joseph would barely shower, having to be dragged away from you and told to clean himself up, only to repeat that process.

During one of the times he was forced to bathe, he had stumbled back in, bottle in hand, only to be met with your disappointed gaze.

He knows how much you hated it when he drinks, and because of that he barely touched liquor anymore.

“You said you’d cut back on drinking.” Your voice broke the silence.

Joseph rushed over to your side, falling onto his knees and sobbing. “Stop it. Now’s no time for lecturing. I thought I had killed you. I thought you weren’t going to make it. I thought you’d be like Claud, and leave me all alone again.”

Your hand makes its way to his cheek, “I’m okay. I’d never leave you alone, I promise. These things were bound to happen. But I’ll be more careful.”

He nodded leaning into your touch.

Richard

He’s fuming mad. And of course concerned.

He was made to do one thing, protect, and he couldn’t even save the one he loves?

“What bullshit.” He’d say through gritted teeth. Watching over your body, breathing raggedly. His hands smoothing out your hair to look nice with a not so gentle hand. He’s holding himself back.

He believes this is partially your fault. You should have been out of the way. Doing your job and letting him rescue.

But no, you had to disobey, you just couldn’t listen.

He’ll look like he doesn’t want to be there when his facade slips around the others, but he really does. He hates the fact that you have a terrible possibility over your head.

And he can’t control it.

He’d make sure you look stunning even in your condition. He’d brush your hair, and make sure you’re somewhat clean. Because when you wake up he’s going to want to kiss you, remind you of the way it should be.

When he’s informed by Emily that you’ve made a recovery, hes immediately speed walking towards your room.

He wanted to be the first thing you saw, but oh well. He’ll have you back in tip top shape soon.

“Richard!” You exclaimed, reaching your hand out to him.

He takes it, kissing the back, “___, my dear. You gave me quite the scare.”

“I know.. I shouldn’t have been so foolish but-”

His lips are against yours before you can finish. It’s passionate and deep with his feelings. You can tell how much he missed you, how worried he was.

“Foolish or not, you’re still here, with me. And that’s all that matters.” He says softly, loving yet serious eyes looking into yours.

Norton

Out of everyone, him and Joseph are the two absolute messes.

Joseph might be a bit worse with his drinking but Norton becomes violent and agitated.

He’s freaking out, shoving people out of the way with more strength than necessary just to get to you.

He wasn’t there to help, maybe, if he was you’d be okay.

The possibility’s are running through his head and causing him to become anxious and angry.

Fools gold is right there behind him. Sitting in a corner silently waiting for you to awake.

Fools golds matches are either quick surrenders or he’s chairing everyone immediately.

Norton doesn’t know how to comfort himself and doesn’t particularly want his hunter version to even touch him let alone tell him nice things so he’s just suffering until you wake up.

This man actually wouldn’t leave you, even if he was dirty because he’s been like this before. It doesn’t bother him.

He had watched you wake up, your eyes being blinded by the bright light of day.

He was silent until you noticed him,

“Norton-?” You began, but the minute you spoke he jumped on you. Holding you tightly.

“Don’t you pull this shit again. You.. don’t know how worried I was.” He mumbled into your neck.

A lot of apologies were given that day and fools gold was right behind you when Norton had to go.

He may not have liked his other self but he shared the same love for you like he did. And if playing guard dog for a bit would ensure everyone to be happy and safe, then sure.

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I fear I only like Richard’s..

[ithaquakisser]

if i can do a headcanon request could make ithaqua jealous of another hunter with you being survivor, in a two hunter match

please, if it's not in the way❤

— Jealous Ithaqua in a Duo Match...

Synopsis; Ithaqua finds himself in a pack hunter match with another masked hunter, The Ripper. The two of them agree on a friendly match. However, Ithaqua doesn't seem to appreciate your lack of attention on him.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈520

Note; This was actually on my mind for a bit! Just the other day I spoke with a mutual about Ithaqua trying to seek out the reader's attention, what a coincidence you brought this idea to mind! I also had a situation a bit similar to this in a duos match... Everyone kept crowding around the other hunter so I had to take matters into my own hands, hehe. /j

♡ Ithaqua could never bring himself to say it aloud, but he gets jealous quite easily. If he’s not wearing his mask, you could see how he’d visibly pout or grimace. He does not do well with hiding his jealousy, and often at times his actions already does the talking for him. Ask him, and he’ll never say it himself. “Me? Jealous? What makes you think that?”

♡ It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does not trust others to behave well with you. Despite the reassurance you’d give him, you cannot seem to tame the green-eyed demon inside of him that’d leave him in disquietude when your eyes are on someone else. His actions are subtle, but speak paragraphs upon paragraphs of words.

♡ When it came to a particular pack hunter match, he found it hard to contain himself. Being paired with another masked hunter, Jack, the two of them agreed on a friendly match for the sake of sparring themselves the trouble. Survivors would crowd the two of them with beaming smiles, yet only yours caught his eyes. Your grin was enough to make his heart jump in place, albeit seeing you pan your attention to the other hunter only shattered his aspirations. He’d hide his discontentment beneath his mask, biting the inside of his cheek.

♡ His mask shielded the moue on his face. Despite all the other survivors that’d crowd him, he still only wanted you to look at him. He made it his goal to gain your attention. Even if it were a mere glimpse of your face. Heart pounding against his chest, he’d use his ability to pull you away from Jack. His face heating up when you’d bump into him with a perplexed expression. Ithaqua would pick you up and carry you away from the hunter and the other survivors, carefully dropping you off at a cipher.

♡ He would not leave you alone, and he’d remain by your side for the rest of the match. He’d follow behind you whilst you tried to finish the remaining ciphers. Occasionally he’d jest, pulling you away from the cipher with his ability. Ithaqua would even use abnormal to reset the cipher’s progress to impede the match’s completion, all just to have some spare time with you. He knew very well what he was doing, even if he was pestering you, he at least still had your attention.

♡ He’d refuse to let you go, carrying you from cipher to cipher. Leaving the survivors tilting their heads in confusion, questioning the relationship between you two. If no one had known of your relationship prior, they’d certainly know subsequent to this match. The moment Jack would waltz close to you, he’d pull you away. The hunter heeded the message with no further questions, simply nodding his head and proceeded to go about with the other survivors.

♡ After the pack hunter match you’d definitely ask him about the events of said match. His face was flushed, he’d simply turn his head away and deny each word you spoke. “Jealous? I was not jealous.” In the end, you’d always find yourself holding his mask in hand, peppering his face with kisses. Teasing him in regards to his jealousy, whispering sweet nothings. "You know I am yours, there's no need to fret."

[teabreakpancakes]

Hi it’s been a while but I was wondering if you would continue the s/o with an inappropriate skin but maybe for Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli and Alva this time?

Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli, Alva, and Ithaqua's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an is first to see you in your lovely little outfit, now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores every part of you—every, but he doesn't like it when such a beautiful sight like you attracts unwanted attention. He could feel himself fuming as he witnessed Norton ogling you, whistling and even closing the distance between you two to tease you. But Bi'an smiled with delight when you pushed the prospector away with a scoff, shoving him away with the handle of your whip.

The white guard talked to his counterpart, smiling benignly once they came to an sound decision. With a wave of the tall hunter's hand, they surrender the match—it's just a quick round, nothing serious.

"Please safely transport me and survivor (Name) to the same location" he requested, adjusting his grip on the umbrella as the survivors received the notice. The background fades to black before light returns, the scenery changing to the familiar interior of his bedroom.

You appear to be confused initially but Bi'an doesn't allow you to register anything before pulling you into the shared space within the umbrella. You're met face first with Wujiu's broad chest as Bi'an and Wujiu smother you between their chests, holding you captive.

they discarded of the whip, finding the sight of it unpleasant

wu is very handsy, so is bi'an; bi'an's touch is so light that it leaves you antsy, but wu makes up for it because his hands never leave you

wu's hands wander a lot—be it out of curiosity or smth else

they're both very possessive of you, but wu is alright with them staring, bi'an on the other hand wants to keep those images of you between him and fan

wujiu is intrigued by the assortment of textures on your clothing, tracing the little details with his finger

bi'an just knows it's miss nightingale's doing because she handles everything related to their clothing

they much prefer seeing you in proper clothing, but they tell you you look beautiful regardless

if you squirm too much, they feel more inclined to tease you until you actually say something

they question you about the heels, they found out that they hurt so they threw them away too :)

You're pushed up against's Wujiu, trembling with desire as the two men bury their noses into your neck. "What was that sweet thing? speak up so we can hear you" Fan whispers with a grin, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to the heated area between your inner thighs. Bi'an smiles, trailing kisses from your neck and up to your lips.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

He was surprised by your appearance and baffled to witness such behavior from you. His S/O, the one he knows and treasures, wouldn't be such a flirt, he couldn't even imagine you wearing something a common whore would display herself in at a bar!

"Amore," Antonio calls out, approaching you from behind. His hands wrap around your waist and he kneels so his head is close to your own. "Why did you storm off? Have I upset my beloved?" he spoke, his voice soft, abandoning his role as hunter in the match to console his darling.

He pays no mind to the two survivors he captured being rescued, waving them away. "Get off of m, me, w, we're in public you fool..!" you squirm as he kisses your neck, nuzzling against you. A tendril-like lock of his hair sneaks around your hand, chucking away the whip that put you under it's wretched influence.

You melted completely into his touch, smiling contentedly. "Feeling better?" he questioned in a soft manner, pressing a kiss onto your forehead once you nodded. With a wave of his hand, he surrenders the match, reappearing in your shared bedroom once the survivors were notified.

antonio treats you like royalty most of the time; the sole ruler of his heart and mind

he knows you like the back of his hand

the moment he laid his eyes on you, he could sense that something was off

it's not the first time miss nightingale has done something like this

"does miss nightingale bear a grudge against me?"

he doesn't mind if you dress like that but he knows you wouldn't like to be seen wearing that

tends to touch you more with his hands in private, he does so in public as well but discreetly—well, unless you plead for him to touch you

he frowned at the sight of the whip initially

carried you around until you took the heels off

thinks you look ravishing but he won't touch you until you're away from prying eyes

"Tesoro..~" Antonio whispered into your ears, hands warm against your bare waist. His locks traced patterns up and down your body, smiling against your neck as you shivered in his lap. "You smell amazing, delectable even," he praised, peppering kisses all over your neck. "Enough for me to want to eat you" he chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you seemed to keen for more with your body.

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

"Brooke, can you look for them?" Eli requested, typing away at his cipher machine by memory when his owl takes off in search of you. He ponders upon something the manor's tailor mentioned to him before the match, something about a pleasant surprise?. He could only shrug upon hearing the information, not thinking much of it initially.

Brooke flies around before zeroing into a figure wearing a... revealing clothing? 'Is that them?' Eli blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up at the sight of you.

"B, Brooke, show me their location" Eli stammers, vaulting over the open window of the factory to get a speedbost, rushing over to your location. He could feel cold sweat dripping down his face as he chanted 'Don't hit the hunter please' like a mantra.

He scoops you up into his arms just before your whip made contact with the Ripper's face—he gets that the Ripper made some rather interesting comments but you didn't have to do it in a match of all places. He stared at you with a bewildered gaze, as you went on to hit him lightly with the whip, talking about how "foolish he was for taking you away from someone that needed disciplining".

he only found out that your behaviour was caused by the accessory bc it fell out of your hands on the way to the exit gate

he teased you about it a bit, only continuing bc your flushed cheeks were adorable !

he didn't even know his lover could be speak like that, you're normally so sweet, who knew you could be so cocky and bossy

he would praise you just to see how you'd react—he wonders how you'd react to more.. inappropriate compliments

he rushed over partly bc he wanted to avoid the outcome of you getting reprimanded for harming a hunter, but mainly because he wanted to cover you up and steal you away before anyone else could lay their eyes on you

his hands yearn to roam over the expanse of your skin but he's far too shy for that

his desire only ever flared up after meeting you, how bad do you think it is?

"So pretty" he praised, words slurred as if drunk, and though he's unable to see, all his other senses work perfectly fine, working well enough to drive him near the brink of insanity with just your scent. His hands itch to tear the fishnets right off—the very thing keeping him from what was between your legs.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

Alva has encountered quite a lot of things in his life, pursuing the art of Science could only mean endless ideas and concepts after all. He admits that your current behaviour could serve as an object of interest. He could only label it as one thing: out of character.

The way you trailed your hands up and down his upper body, shameless. The way you swayed your hips in an inviting and teasing manner, shameless. The way you pinned him down to the rocket chair, completely and utterly shameless.

But that all melted away once he took that cute little whip away. In the confines of his bedroom, he witnessed first-hand the way horror crept up your face, the way you spluttered and attempted to scramble off of his lap, oh how adorable and amusing you were.

He couldn't help but trap you between his arms and the bedframe, watching you tremble like a frightened little bunny. "What's wrong hm? you were so bold earlier, teasing me in front of all those survivors, don't you think I deserve a bit of revenge for all the humiliation?" he teased, his vacant hand ghosting over your sensitive chest.

now, don't get alva wrong, he enjoyed every bit of it, it's just so fun to see you shake before him—not with fear of course

the way you flaunted your body made his blood boil with annoyance, none of these people deserved to see your beauty

your behaviour is a perfect excuse for him to do whatever he pleases—anything to see your cute self whining and whimpering

those heels are quick to come off—he doesn't want your feet hurting

he could criticise the design of the clothing for hours actually—it is not good for cold weather

he wonders about how quickly he can turn you into a mess without doing anything

he wants to see if he can get you to wear frilly lace clothing

"don't shy away now, i only do this because i absolutely adore you"

"Don't pout, I won't tease much anymore" he smiled, pulling you into his chest. But of course, he doesn't mean that, entirely at least. His hand finds its way between your legs once more, and he could only coo as you writhed and whimpered against him, whispering sweet praises into your ears.

𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀

Ithaqua scooped up a bit of snow into his gloved hands before flinging it in a random direction. He was too tired to chase after any survivors today, he was only participating in this match because another hunter pulled out for some mysterious reason that he didn't bother to find out.

He leaned on his ice pick, bored out of his mind, until you called out to him. "I, Itha" you cried out softly, sniffling as you peeked from behind the pallet; Ithaqua raised an eyebrow behind his mask, why did you sound so bothered? he wondered. "Yes? what's wrong?" he responded, his interest piqued.

"C, Cold" you shivered, beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, walking over to you and into the building. "Alright alright, come h, here?" he spoke, stammering upon seeing your whole body. The straps wrapped around your thighs so snuggly, and the entire outfit just seemed to make you even more alluring than you already were.

"Itha, don't stare..!" you squeaked, covering your body with your shaking hands. The hunter snaps out of his stupor, hastily pulling you into his coat before surrendering; However, in his bedroom, he decides to take it a step further in warming you up.

he likes the way you press against him for warmth

ithaqua loves skin-to-skin contact, cuddles are best when he can feel your warmth on his icy skin

he immediately wraps himself around you and keeps you in his arms

his hands can't help but wander really, have you seen the way the plush of your thighs practically beckons his hands over for a squeeze?

his hands rub up and down, excusing it as a way to warm you up—no matter how close they were to your sensitive parts

he's touchy and possessive, but only with you

he wants to mark his territory, he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about the chance of others seeing you so vulnerable

"Are you warm now?" he husked out, caressing your inner thigh. You bite back whines as he rubs over your heated chest, unable to answer as he made it harder to speak coherently. "P, Please Itha! m, more" you cry out, breaking under his relentless teasing.

ah, i miss this lmfao

edit: why tf were there so many errors

[idv-sweethearts]

Hiii >3< I hope im doing this correctly.

Please could you write some hcs on how a jealous Ithaqua would react if he caught somebody else flirting with his S/O? I adore the way you write him, I think its very accurate :)

Obviously you don’t have to answer this but thank you for reading it anyways 💖🎀

Ithaqua (Night Watch), in a Moment of Jealously (Headcanons) ☕️

Notes: Warning for harassment. You are doing this correctly. Also, this slightly diverged from the prompt over time. Sorry about that.

♥︎ To begin, you have free will. You can do whatever you want to do and so can anyone else. There is, of course, infinite good and infinite bad that can come from this. He understands this fact and must act accordingly.

♥︎ While he wouldn't mind a polyamorous relationship (With your knowledge and permission, as that's how that works.) since he thinks strict monogamy as a rule is kind of pointless and relationships can look a lot of different ways, he doesn't talk to people very often so he may as well not be polyamorous at all.

♥︎ As for what could cause him to become jealous, it would take a few different things, but it's possible.

♥︎ Say if someone were to flirt with you, he'll be cautious and observe from a distance to make sure you're safe. He trusts you to talk to him before making any decisions that would affect both of you.

♥︎ If the flirting goes too far, he'll step in whether you can handle the situation on your own or not. You and Ithaqua are both people, but he's a monster. A beast. And if there is blood to be spilled, whether it be literal or figurative, that's his role. It's better that he do it than anyone else. He's not a monster that actively seeks to harm others, but if it must be done, he'd rather do it than put someone else through doing it or allow a threat to persist.

♥︎ After doing whatever needs to be done, he wants to make sure you're okay. No-one will ever hurt you while he's around. And if they try, they will mysteriously turn up dead. He can't kill everyone who bothers you, but he'll take out the worst of them.

♥︎ Now, if you've been distant lately and someone flirts with you and you display a lack of interest, he knows logically that you still love him, but for a moment, there was a bit of doubt in his mind, a glimpse into a future where you're not with him. He'd just like to confirm through a conversation that you still want to be in a relationship with him. Whatever your answer is, he respects your decision.

♥︎ And if you've been distant, someone flirts with you, and you seem to reciprocate, whether you actually do or not (Say if you're laughing along and being polite), he'll get quiet like he does when he's upset. When he's ready to talk to you about it, he'll still be just as upset. The way he sees it, you went and flirted with some random person without even asking how he feels about it.

♥︎ What hurts him most is the thought that you would lie to him, that you would cling to someone else while knowing that you've left his arms empty, that you've changed him irreparably and he may find that he's come to dislike sleeping alone. Sleep is hard enough for him as it is and it can only get harder.

♥︎ If you didn't actually reciprocate the flirting, he's relieved. He'll set the boundary that he's fine with you bringing another person into the relationship, but there would have to be a long process. You'd have to get to know them well as a friend, then he'd have to get to know them just as well, and then *maybe* he'd be fine with it. To be honest, the probability that he trusts one person enough to let them around his mother is so low that if he found two people he trusts that much, I'd recommend that everyone in the polycule start gambling for money because the luck must be out of this world.

♥︎ And, on the other hand, if you did reciprocate the flirting, knowing that you were in a relationship with him, knowing that he was watching from a distance, knowing that you'd upset him... Just what kind of person are you really, if you'd hurt him like that? That leads us quite conveniently into the next point, I think.

♥︎ If your relationship with him ever ends, he won't show that he's upset outside of body language and a request that seems almost cruel. He's understandably distraught and doesn't even consider that maybe you can still be friends, but he wants to show that he respects your decision, to a degree. His final request to you is that you pack your things, leave, and never come back.

[orpheusluvr]

Please me (Ithaqua x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

(Other warnings: contains slutshaming - Ithaqua is very controlling and dominant)

Just a random fic where Ithaqua is extremely bored during a match and needs you to give him a good time

He’s also in his morningstar costume btw (I LOVE IT SM)

“Where are these damn survivors at?” Ithaqua muttered under his breath.

You could sense his presence, and slowly managed to escape before he’d discover you. Realising that you were safe, you began decoding a nearby cipher. Your fingers firmly pressing the keys, your eyes focused on the machine itself, making sure you don’t mess up the calibrations.

You panicked as your heartbeat suddenly spiked up, feeling a cold hand against the side of your face.

“Look at you, completing your role so effortlessly.” Ithaqua’s voice sent vibrations through your mind.

You stopped decoding and turned around to look at him.

“Can you let me decode in peace if you’re not gonna knock me down?” You said.

Ithaqua began laughing.

“You have another role that you’re forgetting about.”

He slightly pulled down his pants, but you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Not now Ithaqua, we’re in a match. Someone will end up seeing us.” You said.

He lowered his head towards your ear.

“Hurry up and suck it already like you always do, you slut. I have survivors to kill.” He said, with a grin. You hated to admit how easily his voice was enough to make you turned on.

Eventually, Ithaqua was leaning against the wall. He was so tall that you could suck his cock while you were standing up. He enjoyed watching your head move back and forth, your eyes rolling upwards as you did what you were told.

“Ngh…keep going…you’re doing so good.” He said as he pulled your hair back and held onto your face.

“The hunter’s nearby!” You heard Luca shout, his voice becoming fainter as he ran into the distance.

You and Ithaqua immediately looked at eachother. Your eyes were filled with horror, while his mouth curled up into a smirk. He was clearly unbothered by the fact that you both almost got caught.

You quickly removed his cock from your mouth and hid inside the locker nearby. Ithaqua tucked his cock back into his pants.

He tapped his hands on the door to the locker.

“I’ll deal with you later. Don’t go anywhere.” He commanded, before setting off to chase after Luca.

A few minutes had passed, and you were still inside the locker. Ithaqua hadn’t returned yet, but instead you were greeted by Florian.

“Y/N…is that you?” He looked through the gap, then opened the locker. “What are you doing in there? The hunter isn’t nearby.”

“He told me to stay here.” You said.

Florian looked at you confusingly, then shook his head as he held your hand and dragged you out of the locker.

“Hey wa-”

“Y/N, a hunter wouldn’t tell a survivor to-”

You were both interrupted when Ithaqua suddenly grabbed you from Florian’s grasp and lifted you onto his shoulder.

“You don’t go around taking things that don’t belong to you.” Ithaqua said, coldness lingering in his tone.

Florian gulped.

Ithaqua swung his axe towards him, leaving him with an injury that made him run away in fear. Ithaqua laughed at him, before gently setting you down on the ground.

“And don’t think I’m done with you either. We still need to finish what we started.” He said.

You looked around.

“Here? Seriously?”

“No one will see us.” He said.

He handed you his axe.

“Put this in the ground and hold on to it.”

You held the axe and placed it in the ground.

“Good. Now don’t let go…”

His hands trailed along your thigh.

“…or there will be severe consequences.”

You clenched the axe tightly, as Ithaqua removed your pants and panties. He slid two fingers into your entrance, earning a quick moan from you and a grin from him.

You could hear him remove his pants again, and he positioned himself over your entrance. His tip only grazed against your pussy, which made you whimper.

“H-hurry up and just put it in.” You panted.

His hands slid against your waist as he moved his head towards the side of your face.

“Beg for it like a good slut.” He whispered, licking your cheek.

“Ithaqua…please…” you cried.

“Hmmm…it needs a little more emphasis to it but…”

He immediately shoved himself inside you, filling you entirely. You almost fell forwards from the intensity.

“…it’ll do, for now at least.” He said, thrusting into you with a quick pace.

Your hands desperately cling onto his axe for dear life, your moans mixing with his soft groans and horribly good praises.

“You look so perfect in this angle…we should do this-…ngh…fuck…we should do this more often.” He groaned.

He immediately increased his speed even further, and that’s when your grip immediately loosened on his axe, making you fall downwards and onto your knees. Ithaqua didn’t pull out just yet.

“Naughty girl. I told you to not let go.” He said.

He grabbed your arms, pinning you down.

“…I wonder if you’ll ever be able to walk again after this.~”

With one swift thrust, he managed to hit your climax, sending you in a complete state of pleasure. Your eyes were filled with tears, your face flushed and your legs trembling. You were shocked at how much stamina this man had. His thrusts were fasts and hard, yet you didn’t see any slight sign of exhaustion. His flow was constant, his face was focused and despite his eyes being covered by his mask, you knew damn well that they were filled with lust as much as yours were.

He eventually slowed down, allowing himself to release inside you and then slowly pulled out, admiring the state you were in.

“You spread those legs so well for me.” He grinned.

You were a breathing mess, completely out of breath and lost in your thoughts. He cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss you.

“You did let go of the axe but…you still performed your role.” He said, before kissing you again.